Emerging
from damp
cellars,
I swore
a long time
ago,
as clouds broke
apart—
Happy landings
over the hillock.
Swallow darts
toward the treeline.
One
in a million
bird.
Under the shade
of parasol pine.
Emerging
from damp
cellars,
I swore
a long time
ago,
as clouds broke
apart—
Happy landings
over the hillock.
Swallow darts
toward the treeline.
One
in a million
bird.
Under the shade
of parasol pine.
